thoughtsintheory-blog

[stood-onthecliffside]

how much do you wanna bet lucy texted him now kill yourself the minute it was over.

[jackexmachina]

Sam "if you think I’m gonna blame you or judge you…I’m not." Winchester would not think less of/blame/etc. Dean for any of the assaults he's experienced. He just wouldn't.

A ghost forcibly kisses him to accuse him of cheating in *the pilot*, it's heavily implied Lucifer assaulted him in every possible way, and he is raped under the influence of a spell in s12.

can y'all just stop making up shit about him god damn...

[brawlqueen]

aftermath. / drabble.

maybe it was inevitable. or maybe the small girl was so used to the notion of 'false peace' . after the man who had solved the cyclops serial killings had adopted her, mizuki didn't quite know where to balance what was and what wasn't. her parents were still brutally murdered in ways both complicated and could never be shown to the public. she had verified both, quite literally in bloom park the other after . . . where date had found daddy.

despite it all, all the insanity coming afterwards and new terms to grasp, she wanted to believe things had ended. even though the grief, the insurmountable pain and horror that had compromised almost entirely her twelve year old life would end. then those 'hunger games' started. frankly with all she had endured, be it abuse, neglect, witnessing untold pain after pain, trauma after trauma until it cemented itself like grafting into her bones . . there was both an odd alertness and equal parts numbness when mizuki entered that unwanted arena.

so many people had tried their best to help a little girl, she, someone capable of utterly crushing bones to powder if she wanted to. she didn't need the pipe varys gave her, her body itself was a weapon since date had taught her how to fight . she didn't need the magic cloak as much as maria could have benefited and not suffered.

she hadn't been able to protect a single person!

and solita . . hearing the cannons sound for her had hit the twelve year old in such a raw and visceral way that her eyes watered up with tears. the way she had . . . as far as mizuki considered it, died by a sword, brought up too many unpleasant memories. no, horrifying memories that eclipsed even the games itself in most every aspect, only enhancing the reality of her life; not eclipsing it. it hadn't been a bad dream, it had been real, and no amount of stoicism she bore would make her life a 'bad dream' either in the months of both aftermaths.

idly she rubbed at her leg wound; where the culprit's bullet had hit her in an attempt to disarm him . to protect her best friend. it still hurt. just another scar like a quilt laid on her chest, mark after mark after mark . . .

. . . and then she heard the door knock.

she was wiser beyond her years, but even then she was still a little girl, somewhere buried beneath the thousand yard, fiery stare. dark grey eyes flitting to the door expectantly and subduing the quiet happiness mixed with annoyance that it brought her.

" date ? " she calls out to the man who had raised her for four years . she calls out to the man who chose her. she doesn't think to grab her metal pipe, nor release adorabbit, three eyes in its fur and all . it may just be someone dropping off one of his weird 'videos'. pervert. . .

but she is wrong the moment dark grey open to the stranger; description unimportant. her gut instincts coil like a trapped yet armed rabbit, fist aiming in reflex towards . . . the wall.

to say it left a dent would be a kindness the wall could not be given. the man in question seems rather disturbed as well, mortar and brick falling in powdered substance around her red sneakers.

" ah, you're mizuki ? district five? "

a curt, and burning stare, the one in question raising her chin in absolute defiance and barely subdued rage. perhaps even a little bit of fear for the fearless. " . . . i'm not giving you my last name. and you aren't coming inside. " came her cold response, seething with flame at the edges.

" i wouldn't expect anything less from the star contestant who attracted so much . . . attention. "

she flinches; teeth gritted as she snaps viciously, shaking her gloved hand of well, brick: ( sorry . . date . uh, my bad . ) " shut up you bastard. do you wanna look like the wall or do you honestly think i'm going to talk about it?!" she raises her voice; teeth gnashing together, a rabbit blending into a small lion. either cornered and coiled to attack all at once. the wall was proof of that.

" whoa , whoa missy. i'm not here to cause trouble. and i'm not here to harm your adoptive father, is it? i did hear you were recently adopted. a congratulations is in order, don't you think? " another flinch, eyes widening like a deer caught under the hunter's gun . " he - you leave him out of this! " hissed; taking a step forward to firmly safeguard the door.

she was for once, glad, kaname date was late at work.

" you even attracted the kindness of our menace, varys himself, and a few other characters . . . " she felt her eyes sting. she still hadn't verified if they truly were alive like she was or not, but it only fueled her resolve . . and her rage.

chin lifted in defiance, mizuki pauses to contemplate her next move. the man , rather insignificant for his role, clearly here to dredge up another fresh wound in her heart, has little tolerance. she doubts he'll give her any answers about maria, solita or varys. or any of the contestants. "so mizuki, " he begans so calmly, so casually, that she almost forgets that she broke a hole in the wall of brick that made up their apartment in preparation for him.

" can i ask you a few ques - " but the man does not get to finish his sentence. with a sharp cry beneath him, a girl's cry, a fist collides with his face.

along with a subdued yet powerful kick to his gut.

said girl stood over the now pitifully unconscious man, cracking her knuckles and barely hiding the slight tremble both of rage and a bit of fear as she looked at the wall, then at him. " damn. " muttered furiously, feeing tears prick her eyes . not even punishing him for all this felt good . . . and date is going to be so pissed .

" well, i think the interviews over . . . " mizuki mumbled; tilting her head around, a messy blue ponytail and too many wild strands sticking around her face and head bobbing with the movement.

sighing with exasperation she drags his unconscious form into the hallway; glad no one is outside to see. she hadn't even used a full fraction of her full strength, but at least this was good enough for her.

" . .yeahhh . . . the interview is definitely over. "

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[dear-ao3]

pov your ex held your collection of thrifted spoons hostage for over a year (not entirely his fault, they got mixed up in his things during a move and you did not realize it, though he did adamantly deny that he had them) and reached out to your roommate on instagram nine months post break up after being thoroughly blocked for several months just to ask if you were still roommates and then to very cryptically reveal that he had in fact found the spoons (among other, mystery items that he did not reveal and you also have no idea what they are) in his car that he had not driven for a year cause he decided to make the worst financial decision of his life and buy a tesla and then tried to coordinate a meet up to drop off said spoons and mystery items which you did not want but you do want your spoons so you told him to either mail it or show up to your place of work when you were not scheduled only for him to entirely miss the point and still try to see you, then you reveal that you do not want to see him so he finally says that he will put on his big boy pants and mail it (though him actually mailing it is entirely unlikely) and also aparently hes gotten a perm since the last time you saw him and it looks terrible

[kensatou]

if nothing else can save america this zero-year-old fairy baby otter with no gender can. chiitan's platform is love. and chaos.

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[valeriapryanikova]

This season, on Hermitcraft...

(speedpaint)

[magicicephoenix]

Sun you wont believe it something crazy just happen wait crazy i was crazy once-

driving sun crazy insane!! ft. everyone’s lovely reactions 💕

(context)

[violetsandshrikes]

this poor woman ended up in hospital because she ate cayenne + cinnamon coated orange (unpeeled) because there’s a health and wellness influencer with millions of views who recommends it for digestion - she burned her oesophagus

i always saw a few really good other additions of similar things on the comments

please be so, so careful taking advice from these people online, as many of them are not formally trained or educated, brand ambassadors, deep in pseudoscientific rabbit holes and unfortunately, there are many out there who struggle with disordered eating habits

(not mentioned here but another one worth noting: i have personally known people who have burned their oesophagus with viral apple cider vinegar shots and drinks. don’t do that. a burned oesophagus is not fun)

[stood-onthecliffside]

i literally just remarked to my husband that i was so happy we don’t have live tv rn bc this is the first year since 2001 i haven’t seen footage by just like, existing as an american. like it’s such a relief.

i am so happy for you bestie? but no this sounds like an immense relief !! hope you are taking care of yourself 🥺

[hey-howsitgoin]

So I've had this joke in my head for a couple months (at least), but hadn't found the right spot to make it. Today it is complete.

A hole in my jeans?

Hmm? What's this?

A Patchypus?

REPAIRRY THE PATCHYPUS!!!?!!!

[giddlygoat]

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[dailyhatsune]

if miku were a bug what bug would she be

blue weevil

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her